Just a few days ago my good friend was blessed with her second baby. As I held her baby girl, who was not even a day old, in my arms, I was brought back to the moment when I held my newborn baby girl in my arms. She was was so delicate, so precious and just observing her new surroundings outside of the womb. Everything about her captivated me.
Though my soon-to-be-three year old is obviously no longer a baby, it really set in when I was holding my friend’s new little girl. “My baby is gone, and she’s never coming back!” As I recalled and even mourned the loss of her no longer being my little baby dependent solely on me and her father, I also embraced the many wonderful moments I’ve experienced with her within these past two and a half years and am in awe with how much she has grown physically, emotionally and mentally.
My baby may be gone, but I’m okay with that and look forward to the many different milestones to come.
All the best,